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"Not real? You're sitting right in front of me."
"No, sadly you are mistaken."
...tap pencil. tap. "Hmmm...?"
"None of this is real. I'm a monkey for crissakes."
Extra! Extra! Extra!!
"A... monkey."
"Yes." Sigh.
"I see a healthy teenage girl."
"No, sir, Mr. Doctor. I'm a monkey."
"A monkey."
Nod.
---- Sigh.
"I'll prove it..."
...tap pencil. tap. "Hmmm...?"
Peeling the doctor's rind down isn't hard. It's what monkeys do.
He screams a lot.
"Just a second, doctor." Gulp, swallow.
His legs dangle in the air.
"JUST A SECOND, DOCTOR!" Chewchewchew........
She tosses his large, yellow peel into the too-small wastebasket in his office.
"I told you. You taste like banana."
(they all taste like banana. Poor C-ko-chan. Another banana-flavored human.)
[You have to keep trying till one crunches.]